Alex took a breath. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He could post his findings. He could claim the glory.
If he posted the location of the shrine, hundreds of cryptid hunters would descend on it. The quiet forest would be ruined. The fox—whatever it was—would be driven out. foxy alex forum
He refreshed the thread one last time. A new comment appeared. Alex took a breath
You’re close, Foxy. But you’re looking for a hoax. Try looking for a guardian. foxy alex forum
He clicked the profile. The avatar was a blurry photo of a forest path at dawn. The bio was empty except for two characters: 狐 (Fox).
